much more to offer after yesterday, but Kyle (Grob) I wanted to personally thank you for the comment – far from a rant my friend. And, thank you Chelle for yours as well – again, Portland sounds nice…
Texas has positioned itself to be very much a life journey at this point. My meditative state that I referred to yesterday is becoming one of spiritual peace, and one of that is deeply routed in a sense of overwhelming national pride. I’m not much for the July 4 flag waving, etc, as I feel that it does nothing to celebrate the other 364 days out of year when this country continues to act at its best. A stop off in Bayou La Batre, AL, or Wimberley, TX, or Lineville, AL, or Morganza, LA , etc, etc on any given day would prove this. It’s so impossible to describe the amazing feeling of being in anyone of these town – pride, I guess, sounds like the best way.
Anyhow, I found myself yesterday evening, while watching the sun set at Seminole Canyon State Park, thinking back to a professor I had during my senior year in college. While most would assume the average history professor to be stuffy, maybe boring, Prof. Smead was anything but (Prof Bradbury, while being the smartest person born in the last 100 years, wasn’t a slouch either.) More times than not , Prof Smead, half way through a terribly emotional lecture about either the civil rights movement or the rise of the Beatniks, or Lyndon Johnson (Senator and Pres.) or whatever, would stop and scream something to the effect “why the F@CKwould anyone want to major in anything else by American History….” He was a young, angry, and absolutely devoted professor of history, and his question was, while partly rhetorical, VERY very serious. For those that didn’t major in history, that’s okay… for those that did, you might understand.
Anyway, the question I keep thinking about time and time again is along the same line as Prof Smead… “why the f@#k would anyone want to travel anywhere else in the world but here …” you can substitute “here” for any number of towns throughout the US. In the event you feel this is not the best country on the planet because of the tall buildings, traffic or whatever, might I suggest a visit to Langtry, TX.
Use your turn signal, check your side mirrors for bicyclists, and don’t squat with your spurs on…
Cheers,
j
Texas has positioned itself to be very much a life journey at this point. My meditative state that I referred to yesterday is becoming one of spiritual peace, and one of that is deeply routed in a sense of overwhelming national pride. I’m not much for the July 4 flag waving, etc, as I feel that it does nothing to celebrate the other 364 days out of year when this country continues to act at its best. A stop off in Bayou La Batre, AL, or Wimberley, TX, or Lineville, AL, or Morganza, LA , etc, etc on any given day would prove this. It’s so impossible to describe the amazing feeling of being in anyone of these town – pride, I guess, sounds like the best way.
Anyhow, I found myself yesterday evening, while watching the sun set at Seminole Canyon State Park, thinking back to a professor I had during my senior year in college. While most would assume the average history professor to be stuffy, maybe boring, Prof. Smead was anything but (Prof Bradbury, while being the smartest person born in the last 100 years, wasn’t a slouch either.) More times than not , Prof Smead, half way through a terribly emotional lecture about either the civil rights movement or the rise of the Beatniks, or Lyndon Johnson (Senator and Pres.) or whatever, would stop and scream something to the effect “why the F@CKwould anyone want to major in anything else by American History….” He was a young, angry, and absolutely devoted professor of history, and his question was, while partly rhetorical, VERY very serious. For those that didn’t major in history, that’s okay… for those that did, you might understand.
Anyway, the question I keep thinking about time and time again is along the same line as Prof Smead… “why the f@#k would anyone want to travel anywhere else in the world but here …” you can substitute “here” for any number of towns throughout the US. In the event you feel this is not the best country on the planet because of the tall buildings, traffic or whatever, might I suggest a visit to Langtry, TX.
Use your turn signal, check your side mirrors for bicyclists, and don’t squat with your spurs on…
Cheers,
j
